Wednesday, September 22

the drumming begins. we dance under the full moon. we dance in prayer, in gratitude, in celebration. a new year, a new cycle begins with longer nights to nurture the seeds of the soul planted in fertile imagination and held in perfect balance and harmony. let us harvest ALL the gifts the universe bestows upon us.

Sunday, September 19

And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald; / The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolyte; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst.

- Revelation 21, from the Bible

I usually don't quote from the Bible, but I simply adore this description.

Wednesday, September 1

It was a lazy Sunday morning. Tumbling out of bed, I made my way to the grocery store in search of tulips and mangos. The sun was gloriously hot – summer was near.

While contemplating what color of tulips to get, red, pink, white, maybe striped...I suddenly sensed something and looked up. Clad in vintage aviator Ray-Bans, a mane of luscious locks swept back – it was him – HIM...

Ducking behind the roses, my heart and mind began a marathon. Why could I not take 5 minutes to shower...2 minutes to comb my hair...had I even brushed my teeth...PANIC. Could HE see me? Why had I not followed my parents’ cardinal rule – be ready to see anyone and be seen at all times?

He looked freshly showered, impeccable as always, but still maintaining the signature rugged manly appeal for which he was famous. I was dressed in yoga gear – black cotton lycra – UGH. Lip gloss was the extent of my beauty morning routine.

Snatching a bunch of tulips, I took advantage of the fact that he was selecting organic tomatoes. I seized my mangos and sprinted to the check-out...

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Brief Bio

CASIMIRA grew up surrounded by art and storytelling with music and poetry playing a part of everyday life. She developed a fascination for textiles and clay since early childhood.

An educational background in art history and romance languages served as inspiration when CASIMIRA began creating poetic wearable pieces from wire, vintage beads and objets trouvés. She has studied in Europe and Latin America and is continuously diving into studio art courses. Private collectors may be found in Europe, Latin America, Australia, Asia, Canada and throughout the United States.

She believes in the healing power of nature, meditates under moonlight and wishes upon stars. She treasures old love letters, dreams of publishing her mountain of journals and of one day living by the sea...

When not painting, sculpting or writing, CASIMIRA is reading, playing with crystals and stones, practicing yoga, volunteering for favorite non-profits and dancing dreams into realities with her best friends and soul mates - her husband and their young children.